There was nothing particularly different about that Wednesday or Thursday afternoon except for getting my first ever Back and Neck Massage. That massage though was to reveal a condition that I could never have imagined. Nothing could have ever prepared me for what was about to happen. From the moment I got home and for five days following I had clots dropping out of my vagina. These were the strangest things I had ever seen. Thew were dry and the size of a heavy flow tampon. I was not even on my period. I just had chucks of old plasma dropping out of me. I knew something was wrong. Something was incredibly wrong.
I went to the doctor with no particular symptoms to present. The young chap I found there made me take a pregnancy test, I told him that unless I had been chosen for the same task as Mary Mother of Christ then I couldn't possibly be pregnant. He forced me anyway and of course the result was negative, He felt my belly and told me it felt like a 14 week pregnancy. However, the idiot let me go. He said it was probably nothing. He felt something in my belly and he watched me walk out of the room.
A few weeks later I went to another doctor. He was from Cuba. He too made me take a pregnancy test against my will, And of course the result was negative. But he , unlike Dr Stupid, put goo on my belly and ran a scan. Ill never forget what he said in a thick Cuban accent " It's a tumour".
It was 2008, I was 25 and I had a tumour in my womb.
